Wanna die?

Oh....oh Reachy it's yo..you! Long time no talk. Hahaha!" Even they just met about 10 minutes ago in the convenient store, it was so sudden that he didn't know what to say.

'Stupid Chass, you should record this in your scary lists. You're so really dumb, what's with your ' Long time no talk' huh! You just bought her an ice cream and scolded her a while ago in the store. And still you said you will kill her if she won't wait you. What would you do now?' Chass said it to himself.

When suddenly a straight, chilling answer was heard on the other line.

"Yeah it's me. Wanna die?"

Chass tightened his grip on the old driver's sleeve that made the driver nervous. The old man was shaking that he wanted to get out in his own cab, but couldn't do it, his sleeve will be torn out.

"Of course not, I'm..I'm not th..that important to lay your hands on me. Don't dirty your hands, let me kill myself instead."

Then after a second," Ahhhhhhhhh... I can't breathe, somebody help! I'm dying. Ahhhh stooooop."

"Idiot."

(Tooooooot...toooot...tooot)

Call ended.

Reachy hung up the phone. She has no time for jokes. She was too loaded, loaded with heavy thoughts.

She went to her bed and covered herself with her blanket. There was a sobbing sounds. Uncontrollably painful, too painful. Never in her life she encountered this kind of pain. It's aching, her heart was aching.

'Why'!

On the cab, Chass couldn't breath, he was in the mid of death. A hand was gripping his neck, he shouted. Asking for help.

Hoping someone will come.

As soon as he heard an end tone on his phone. He let out a face of relief.

A silence was pressuring the atmosphere inside the cab.

The driver then starred in the front mirror, with a fast beating heart. He was very nervous. What he saw was a guy giving a sharp and killer look at his own index finger.

It was like a mad tiger craving for it's prey.

After a minute of silence, the driver was shocked when he heard a loud noise behind him.

When he turned his head, he saw a guy biting and bending his index finger.

'What happened to this generation, is it how they work on things now?'

The oldman driver said to himself, curious of what was happening around him.

On the other hand.

"You useless finger, how dare you disobeyed your master? I let you live in this passed whole years, I cleaned you. I cut you. I trimmed you. I even polished you. And yet you're clicking on things I didn't tell you to click? Where is your manner?"

Chass' face was all red, it was like all of his blood was charging on his head and was prepared to burst. He was so mad.

"Why, why? I'm your master, why did you do this to me? Do you not like me anymore? Do you me to part you?"